I want to say

life gets better

that there's a light at the end

of the dark long tunnel

full of twist and bends

but I don't truly know the answers

cause I've been in the dark

for far too long

I'm still trying to find the sun

fighting a battle

against my own mind

and the pit that I've made

Is so dark and so deep

and I just keep digging

with my knife

It's where I find my relief

too far to climb up

without a helping hand

but if you help me

you risk falling in

so I watch from below

as people walk on by

only giving glances

before averting their eyes

there scared to help

and I understand

would you help a stranger

dying by her own hands